October Country ePub download
by Ray Bradbury
- ISBN: 0345275012
- ISBN13: 978-0345275011
- ePub: 1775 kb | FB2: 1607 kb
- Language: English
- Category: Science Fiction
- Publisher: Del Rey; 17th edition (March 12, 1978)
- Rating: 4.4/5
- Votes: 212
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The October Country is Ray Bradbury’s own netherworld of the soul, inhabited by the horrors and demons that lurk within all of us. Renowned for his multi-million-copy bestseller.
The October Country is Ray Bradbury’s own netherworld of the soul, inhabited by the horrors and demons that lurk within all of us.
The October Country is a 1955 collection of nineteen macabre short stories by American writer Ray Bradbury. It reprints fifteen of the twenty-seven stories of his 1947 collection Dark Carnival, and adds four more of his stories previously published elsewhere. The 1955 hardcover and 1956 and 1962 softcover versions featured artwork by Joseph Mugnaini that was replaced in 1971 by an entirely different Bob Pepper illustration
If his first book got one good notice, mine got six, if I got one bad notice, he got a dozen. We were like two friends on a train which the public has uncoupled. Bradbury Stories: 100 of His Most Celebrated Tales. One More for the Road.
If his first book got one good notice, mine got six, if I got one bad notice, he got a dozen.
Ray Bradbury's THE OCTOBER COUNTRY is a land of metaphors that can chill like a long-after-midnight wind. as they lift the reader high above a sleeping Earth on the strange wings of Uncle Einar. Aimee watched the sky, quietly. Tonight was one of those motionless hot summer nights. The concrete pier empty, the strung red, white, yellow bulbs burning like insects in the air above the wooden emptiness. The managers of the various carnival pitches stood, like melting wax dummies, eyes staring blindly, not talking, all down the line. Two customers had passed through an hour before.
Books by Ray Bradbury. Homesteading the October Country. Los Angeles, California. that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun.
Рэй Брэдбери The October Country. Swinging about slowly, her cheeks wet, she saw the quivery mirrors that stood in front of the Maze, Ralph’s reflection was in one of them. She could not take her eyes away from the image; it held her in a cool and trembling fascination, with her mouth open. and here he stands bewildered by this unfair thing, and the twenty-fifth drank several quarts of river with his lungs and was pulled forth in a net, and the twenty-sixth was a great thinker and his brain now sleeps like a burnt plum in his skull. I’d like a color shot of each, and his or her name and how he or she died, said Joseph. It would be an amazing, an ironical book to publish.